I think it's the only thing that can top Hugo Weasley.
[The corner of his mouth twitches a little, and he looks at Harry as though seeking permission to laugh. Well, not permission so much as to make certain it won't just make things worse.]
Blimey, mate, maybe we just drew them out of a hat, I dunno. Didn't get a chance to talk to him long. And he's bound to have the trace now, so...
[He trails off, presses his lips together. An apologetic look crosses his face.]
Tried to stop him from going, but he'd already had some attention. Hadn't found you yet, and he wasn't much keen on going on the run with me.
[ Oh, by all means, please laugh Ron. Please laugh until your sides are in stitches because what even was he possibly thinking, coming up with a name like that?
(Of course, he'll find some time down the road why he'd named his youngest son that, but for now sixteen year old Harry's got a lot to say about this set of dorky sounding names.) ]
I can't believe I've got a - that you've got a - that we both ... [ Harry shakes his head.
Ah, yes. The trace.
He'll likely have it on him too. ] You believe him? Them? Do you really think what they're saying is true?
[Ron can maybe understand calling him Albus since he's...actually got a memory of their sixth year, but he is pretty sure future Harry must secretly hate kids or something to throw Severus in the mix.
Rubbing his hands over his face, Ron nods sympathetically. Empathetically? Whatever, he very much Feels This, and cannot fathom being a dad, or married, or even asking Hermione out. Maybe he'll get lucky and she'll ask him. Worked for Bill, didn't it? Wait, then Bill will make fun of him...
Ron blinks a few times, dragging himself out of his thoughts, back to Harry's questions.]
About what? That they're who they say? I didn't see Louis, but Albus - put it this way, line up you, and Prongs, and him, and people'd think you're all brothers.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:38 am (UTC)[The corner of his mouth twitches a little, and he looks at Harry as though seeking permission to laugh. Well, not permission so much as to make certain it won't just make things worse.]
Blimey, mate, maybe we just drew them out of a hat, I dunno. Didn't get a chance to talk to him long. And he's bound to have the trace now, so...
[He trails off, presses his lips together. An apologetic look crosses his face.]
Tried to stop him from going, but he'd already had some attention. Hadn't found you yet, and he wasn't much keen on going on the run with me.
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Date: 2017-09-23 07:04 am (UTC)(Of course, he'll find some time down the road why he'd named his youngest son that, but for now sixteen year old Harry's got a lot to say about this set of dorky sounding names.) ]
I can't believe I've got a - that you've got a - that we both ... [ Harry shakes his head.
Ah, yes. The trace.
He'll likely have it on him too. ] You believe him? Them? Do you really think what they're saying is true?
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Date: 2017-09-25 05:03 am (UTC)Rubbing his hands over his face, Ron nods sympathetically. Empathetically? Whatever, he very much Feels This, and cannot fathom being a dad, or married, or even asking Hermione out. Maybe he'll get lucky and she'll ask him. Worked for Bill, didn't it? Wait, then Bill will make fun of him...
Ron blinks a few times, dragging himself out of his thoughts, back to Harry's questions.]
About what? That they're who they say? I didn't see Louis, but Albus - put it this way, line up you, and Prongs, and him, and people'd think you're all brothers.